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[kiliima]

Palia - Meet The Villagers - Romanceable Villagers

[crack-canon]

We’ve made an 18+ Palia Server

-Purely so we can be unhinged about characters away from devs prying eyes

-Here we are cringe, here we are free

Here we are horny

Anyway, here’s the link

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[soupbaddie]

The Sleepover

Part 2 of A Day With the Pavel Family.

*NSFW**NSFW**NSFW**NSFW**NSFW*

Not intended for audiences under the age of 18! It is NSFW!

The characters are Hodari and a female named Ember.

Last NSFW warning.

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It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I can't believe it. I just told him tonight that I wanted to have a "sleep over" and he was already sold on the idea. This was not the Hodari I was used to, but based on his heart rate earlier, it's not what he was used to either.

"Let's get to bed, darlin'." Hodari led me to his room. His face said he was calm and collected but I could see in his eyes he was nervous. I was too. I haven't stayed the night with anyone in hundreds if not thousands of year and I especially haven't shared a bed.

As we entered the room, the familiar scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air. It reminded me of the cold, winter holidays I used to celebrate. It made me feel more relaxed almost immediately.

I was about to sit on the bed when I stopped and looked down at myself. My clothes were still dirty and gross from the mines. I did not come prepared. I was not going to put my nasty clothes into Hodari's clean bed.

"Um.. Hodari.. I hate to ask, but could I borrow a shirt or something? I don't want to get your bed dirty."

"Of course. Here." He opened a dresser drawer, pulled out a maroon shirt and tossed it across the bed to me.

"You can change behind the screen. I promise I won't look... on purpose."

He grinned when I blushed and quickly moved to change.

I slipped off everything but my panties then put on his shirt. I recognized this shirt. It was baggy on me but every time I saw it on Hodari, it almost looked too tight on his chest and arms. It was just long enough to cover my underwear when I was standing still. Any movement and you'd see the lacey panties I was wearing. I normally wore something more modest but something in me decided on these today. They weren't practical but they did make my butt look good.

I slipped out from behind the screen and quickly made my way to the bed. Hodari had his back to me and turned around just as I was moving back the covers to climb in the bed. I saw him give me a quick look up and down. His gaze stopped at my breasts for a little longer than anywhere else. It was cooler in here without pants and I knew my, now, hard nipples were showing through my shirt. Well, his shirt.

He looked back into my eyes with a half smile and said, "Go ahead and lay down. I just need to change real quick."

As I put one leg up to slide under the covers, I could feel the shirt move up just enough to show off the bottom of the light blue lacey panties I had on. From the corner of my eye, I saw Hodari take a peek before turning his back to me.

Once comfortable, I looked over to see him pull off his shirt. In one motion he pulled it up and over his head then tossed it to the side. I could see the definition of every muscle on his back. He was toned and strong and it took everything in me to keep my jaw from dropping. You could usually see his form under the shirts he wears but without it... he looked like god.

Next he unbuckled his belt, and slowly pulled it out of the loops on his pants. His arm flexed as the belt fought against the friction from his jeans. Watching him made my face hot and I had to look away for a moment.

It wasn't long before I was staring at him again.

He unbuttoned his pants and slowly pushed them down to the floor before stepping out and throwing them next to his shirt.

His legs were just as toned and muscular as his arms. And so was his ass... It was a crime that he kept it covered up with those thick jeans.

He was wearing dark green boxer briefs that fit tighter than they should've. He turned his head over his shoulder and said, "I hope this is alright. I don't like to wear much to bed."

"Oh, no. No problem at all. Whatever you're comfortable in."

My face was on fire. It felt like my heart was in my throat.

When he turned around, I quickly discovered what was making those boxer briefs fit the way they did. He must have noticed me looking because he blushed as he climbed in beside me.

The bed was soft and warm as I pulled the blanket up to my neck. It felt nice to finally lay down. Hodari sat propped on one elbow, looking at me.

"Ready to sleep?" He asked.

"Yep. Ready when you are." I think I sounded calm but I felt like my voice was shaking. He was so close to me and so nearly naked.

"Goodnight, Em. I'll try not to wake you in the morning." He leaned down, gave me a soft, gentle kiss on the forehead, turned off the only lamp still on, then turned onto his side to go to sleep.

I turned the opposite way so we were back to back. If I faced the other way, I'd be tempted to touch him. He looked so irresistible in nothing but his too small underwear. And the more I thought about them, the more I wanted to see underneath.

I tried taking deep breaths to relax but my heart hadn't stopped racing since we got in the room. I could feel his body heat behind me and it sent chills all over my body.

I kept moving around trying to get comfortable but every time I did, I'd accidentally touch part of him causing me to jump back to my original position. I didn't want to get in his space or keep him up. Why was it so hard to just lay here next to him?

After a few moments of me fidgeting, I felt a hand touch my waist.

I froze.

"You alright? Is the bed too uncomfortable?"

"No, it's great. I'm sorry for moving so much. It's just that..."

I paused to take a breath and steady my voice.

"You're distracting. In a good way."

He moved his hand across my stomach to grab the other side of my waist then pulled me up against him. He put his mouth up against my ear and said, "Oh yeah?"

His voice was deep and gruff. I could feel his words send shivers down my body as I let out short, fast breaths.

He removed his arm from around me and ran his hand down my side. Every place his touched sent a shock through my veins. He stopped at the bottom edge of my panties and hooked a finger under them.

"You're distractin' me, too," he said in that same gravely voice as he ran his finger down my ass, following the hem of my panties. I felt his breath hot on my neck as he kissed me right below my ear. I let out a small gasp and heard a deep chuckle in response.

The kiss felt like electricity up the back of my neck.

He moved his hand back up the side of my body, this time going under my shirt. His hands were rough but had a gentle touch. He stopped at my ribs and started tracing the side of my breast.

"I can stop if you'd rather get some sleep," he said and then kissed my neck again.

My head was spinning. I couldn't believe he was making a move on me. But I didn't fight it. This is exactly what I wanted.

"Please don't stop," I said breathlessly.

He slowly move his hand and cupped it around my breast. He gave a light squeeze then started moving his thumb back and forth across my nipple, while continuing to kiss my neck.

I couldn't help myself and let out a small moan. He moved his hand to my waist against the bed and rolled me over to face him.

He put his hand on the back of my head and kissed me. I felt his tongue on my lips and opened my mouth to let him in.

We explored each other's mouths for awhile. He tasted like smooth, black coffee on cold evening.

While kissing, I got brave enough to start exploring his body. I ran my hand down his chest and abs, feeling the curve and definition of every muscle. He flexed at my touch and kissed me harder.

I stopped my hand right above his underwear then stuck one finger right under the waist band. I ran my finger from one hip to the other and I heard a low growl from Hodari, begging me to keep going.

I removed my finger and ran my hand down the front of his boxers. He was hard and I felt him twitch at my touch. I teasingly moved my hand up and down, knowing it was driving him crazy.

When he'd had enough, he broke from our kiss, lightly pushed me onto my back then got over me.

He was propped up on one elbow and had a knee between my legs. With his other hand, he started massaging my breasts again.

"I haven't done this in a while," he said in his low, sexy voice.

"Same," I replied.

He chuckled then said, "I'd like to give something a try, if you're fine with it."

"You can do whatever you want to me."

He grabbed my shirt, pulled it off of me, and tossed it across the room.

He gave a sly grin then pushed my legs apart and got between then.

With both hands he grabbed my breast then leaned down and put one of my nipples in his mouth. I felt his tongue playing with it and I moaned in response.

He continued by moving to the other one and again had me moaning.

He stopped to kiss me right between my breasts, then continued kissing down my stomach, stopping at my panties.

He looked up at me then started rubbing his thumb up and down the crotch of my underwear.

I pushed back in response.

"Do you always get this wet when you think of me, darlin'?" He said and then winked at me.

My heart was racing and I felt short of breath. He knew what he did to me. And he loved it.

"Every time," was all I could get out before he was lifting my legs and taking off my panties.

I brought my legs back down if front of him with my knees together.

He put both hands between my knees and pushed my legs apart while sliding his hands down my inner thighs. He lowered his head, stuck out his tongue and licked from the bottom of my pussy and up to my clit.

"Oh fuck, Hodari."

He did it again and it made my body twitch.

The third time, he stopped at my clit and flicked it with his tongue. My body shook in response so he continued. He started slow but as my thighs started to press against his head, he went faster.

"Yes, yes! Right there!"

I reached down and put one hand on his head, lightly pushing down. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, borrowing his face into me. I started grinding on his face.

"Fuck, yes. Don't stop"

I could feel myself getting close to climaxing. I started to move harder against him and moaning louder.

Suddenly he stopped and sat up. I shot up on my elbows to look at him. Before I could ask what was wrong, he sat me up and put me on his lap. I had my legs around his waist and could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his underwear.

"You taste better than I could've imagined, but I'm not done with you yet."

He kissed me again and I started rotating my hips, rubbing my wet pussy on his covered cock.

He laid me back down on the bed then flipped me on to my stomach. He was done waiting. He wanted me and I wanted him.

I got up on my hands and knees then turned to look at him as he pulled down his underwear to unleash himself.

He was so much bigger than I had expected. He saw the shocked look on my face and said, "Don't worry darlin'. I'll take it slow."

He held his cock and slowly slid it up and down my wet pussy. His tease drove me crazy and I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Fuck me, Hodari. Please just fuck me already," I pleaded.

"You'll get it when I think you're ready," he said in response.

He put his cock up against my clit and started rubbing it. I pushed my ass up against.

"Hodari, please. I need you so fucking bad."

Finally, he guided his cock to go inside me.

I gasped as he slowly entered me. I grabbed the sheets and bunched them into my fists as he pushed all the way in.

"Holy shit," I whispered to myself.

He must have heard me because he then said, "You got this, darlin'."

He went very slow at first, giving me time to become accustomed to his size.

As we went, I started to push back against him, wanting him to go deeper and faster.

He complied, making me moan louder and louder.

"Yes. Yes. Don't stop," I begged. The way he filled me felt so good.

He was going fast and deep. I could hear him panting behind me.

He wrapped one arm around me and reached down to rub my clit as he fucked me.

I tired to speak, to encourage what he was doing, but I couldn't get any words out. Every time I tried, it would just come out as a moan.

He leaned over me, his chest against my back, and put his mouth to my ear.

"Keep my name on your lips, darlin."

I sucked in a breath of air to try and speak, but before I could get anything out, he was back up and spreading my ass cheeks apart in order to go as deep into me as possible.

I let out a moan so load it was almost a scream.

I was going to orgasm whether he wanted me to or not.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," I said to him but I could tell that he already knew.

"Say my name as you finish, Ember," he growled.

"Oh, Hodari," I cried out as my arms gave out beneath me and a wave of ecstacy rushed through my body.

I went limp as he pushed down on my hips and fucked me faster.

"Finish for me, baby. Fucking, cum in me," I demanded.

I turned to look at him. He suddenly started to slow down then said, "Fuck, Em," as a look of pure satisfaction washed across his face.

He looked down as he pulled out of me and I let out one last moan.

I flipped over to my back and just stared at him. He was so sexy from post sex glow.

He leaned down to kiss me with a fiery passion before he moved back to his spot in the bed. He placed a hand on my face and then kissed me gently.

Keeping his hand in place, he pulled a away from the kiss and said, "I hope that wasn't too much for you. Its hard to keep my hands off you."

"It wasn't enough. I've never felt like that before."

He let out a quiet laugh then kissed me again.

"I'll be right back," he said then climbed out of bed.

He slipped his underwear back on then peaked out the door.

After a quick look around, he left the room. He came back a minute later with two glasses of water and a towel.

He handed me one glass and the towel and said, "I thought you might want to clean up a bit before going to sleep."

"Thank you," I replied with a smile.

I wiped myself down then chugged the water. I didn't even realize how thirsty I was.

I laid back down and Hodari got back in next to me.

I rolled onto my side, my back to him. He put his body up to mine and wrapped his arm around me.

I felt so safe and comfortable in his arms. It was quiet as we listened to each other breathing.

A wave of emotions went through me. Something had changed. My feelings for him had never felt so intense. I never wanted to leave his side. I never wanted to leave this moment. Being wrapped up close to him was the only thing I wanted until the end of my time in the world. I knew I had to tell him I felt. It couldn't wait but I was scared. He didn't want things to go this fast but we were already here, so what did I have to lose?

"Um.. Hodari?" I said nervously, breaking the silence.

"Mhm?"

I could barely find my voice but managed to say, "I... I love you."

He kissed the back of my neck and without hesitation replied, "I love you, too, darlin'."

With the biggest grin on my face, I drifted off to sleep.

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Welcome back! If you've made it this far, thank you so much for taking the time to read my little story. It's been sitting in my mind and I NEEDED to get it out. This is my second time writing a story and my first time writing anything *spicy*.

Critiques are welcome as long as they're nice because I take everything personally.

Thanks again, and I hope you enjoyed!

[cybird-fairy-tales]

Alice’s Notes on Living with Men in Cradle

Black Army Headquarters

1. It’s like feeding an army (well, they are an army, so).

2. Why are they always wrestling?

3. Where is that smell coming from?

4. I’ve woken up five days in a row with a cat sleeping on my face. Who keeps letting all these cats in?

5. The majority of them forget to knock. Fenrir has “accidentally” seen me naked three times. Today.

6. Idk who is worse about me missing curfew, Sirius or my mom.

7. There’s a lot of laundry. A lot. And the first laundry day no one thought about how maybe it shouldn’t be “sole sock day.” Do you know where they wear only one sock!?!

8. Ray told Luka that tampons were for bloody noses and guess who was wearing one up his nostril the other day.

9. I thought I saw a ghost once but it was just Seth with a face mask.

10. No one says anything when they catch you drinking milk directly from the container (pretty sure that’s how we all got the flu).

Red Army Headquarters

1. They all need therapy.

2. Who doesn’t love waking up in the middle of the night with little critter claws scaling your body giving you a mini heart attack (thank you, fucking Pineapple).

3. It’s like everyday is a pissing contest... no like, I catch them pissing in the bushes everyday.

4. Idk how their uniforms stay so white, but Edgar said bleach is great at removing blood stains. Wait, what?

5. I think Kyle frequently forgets I’m a girl. He slapped me on my ass after helping him in the infirmary and said “good job, bruh,” then he looked like he was gonna puke and apologized.

6. I steal Jonah’s cologne because it smells so good.

7. I thought Edgar was going to flash me once opening his overcoat but he just had a bunch of jellybeans hidden in there.

8. Kyle always has condoms. No questions asked.

9. Don’t joke about bacon, duck a l'orange, or needles.

10. Rico got sprayed by a skunk and feminine do*che is what the store keeper told me to use to get rid of the odor. Zero saw me with 7 boxes of do*che and I tried to explain and he was just like “Alice, we’re all adults here.”

[ravenarld]

I'm back

Hii

I'm back after a while. It's currently my summer break. Semester was stressful. A lot of has happened for the a year since my absence from here because I was going through some personal issues. Losing a family member and two friends was a tough time. I didn't get mourned properly bcs of school and work. My mental health was not looking good. I did found a good friend along the way who have pulled out from the dark moments.

Having to let go someone you love is painful but I have healed a little bit by time. I haven't played otome games during that one year but I did play genshin a lot. But I do miss playing ikevamp and ikerev so I'm slowly going back to playing them since I miss my 2d men.

It's glad to be back

[ikeromantic]

hiii i’ve been reading all ur works and i love it so muchhhh😭😭😭 can i req a headcanons about the ikerev boys when MC forgot to put her bra on and they can see MC’s nipples through that thin shirt lmaooo 😂😂 and thank you i luv u

So I almost didn't write this one but then I started thinking of the reactions and it made me laugh. So here we go! approx. 1000 words of Ikerev boys and unexpected nipple-ation.

Red Army

Lancelot 

He watches MC with a distant expression as she walks in. She tells him about her day, how nice the baker was and the guy at the flower stall. He smiles slightly and takes her hand. Lancelot pulls her close and kisses her cheek. “Tomorrow, stop by my office first.”

Jonah

He blushes the moment his eyes land on her chest. While too tongue-tied to explain, he’s still got the presence of mind to toss his jacket at her. His soldiers are all glancing away, pretending not to see Alice or their Queen in this . . . tender? . . . moment. When he finally whisks her away, she gets kissed half to death and lectured about checking the mirror before going out. “The Queen’s fiancée must be aware of the impression she’s making!”

Edgar

Edgar watches Alice as she busies herself around his office, and asks her if she’s cold. “Is it a bit . . . nippy in here? Are you sure you aren’t a little nip cold?” She is confused but just smiles at Edgar and his oddness. When she starts to go fetch the tea, he trips her and then catches her in his arms. “I’m afraid I can’t let you leave my office, Alice. Not until I nip this little problem in the bud . . .” He lightly pinches her nipple and then laughs when she realizes what he was on about.

Zero

When he notices Alice, he turns bright red and can’t look right at her. He picks her up and carries her back to her room, unable to talk for being too embarrassed and excited by the tempting sight. Instead of explaining, he just points without looking, which doesn’t end well for him as his hand brushes against Alice’s breast. There are still stains on the carpet from his nosebleed . . .

Kyle

Kyle smirks and looks Alice up and down. Then he hands her a doctor’s coat. “Put it on.” When she argues, he tells her she has to wear it if she wants to help him today. He does not tell her why. It’s only a few days later when he’s been drinking that she finds out he couldn’t stop staring at her chest because of her little clothing mistake. He asks her if she’ll dress like that for work more often and gets slapped for it.

Black Army

Ray

Ray’s expression goes from laughter to deadly serious as he looks Alice up and down. A warning glance to his soldiers sends them scurrying off. Alice isn’t sure what’s going on, but she realizes her error when Ray hurries her back to her room before anyone else can see her. She tries to get properly dressed, but Ray is more interested in getting the rest of her clothes off than in putting them on properly. 

Sirius

Sirius sets down his watering can and sighs. “Little lady, am I going to have to help you dress in the morning?” Alice looks down and blushes as she realizes what he’s seeing. Before anyone else notices, Sirius drapes his jacket over her. “I like the natural look,” he leans down to whisper in her ear, “but will you save it for my eyes only?” Then he kisses her and helps her back to her room to change.

Luka

He doesn’t notice for at least an hour as they cook. Then a bit of pancake batter lands on Alice’s shirt and Luka’s eyes are drawn down to her unrestrained and lovely bouncing breasts - barely covered by the thin white linen of her shirt. He literally runs from the room, gets only a few steps out, and then comes back because . . . what if someone else sees her? He hands her an apron without looking. “You should . . . probably . . . do something . . . or . . . I don’t know.” There are many many journal pages dedicated to that one morning. 

Fenrir

He raises his eyebrows and whistles. “You know how to get my attention, partner!” Then Alice is picked up and carried off for proper ravishing in the back of a carriage or a quiet spot in the garden. Fenrir knows how to take advantage of a tactical error to the best effect, and he’s not going to waste this one!

Seth

Seth licks his lips as he sees Alice walking toward him in the hall. “Oh no, you absolutely cannot go out dressed like that,” he sings. Then takes her hand and pulls her back toward her room. He leans down and lets his lips brush against her ear as he whispers, “You are just too delectable sometimes. I think I might have to eat you up.” He doesn’t though. He just helps pick out the cutest bra for that outfit and promises a shopping trip soon for a nice matched set.

Central Quarter

Harr

Harr dies. Then his ghost lifts up, turns around, and runs away. He will never speak of The Nippling Effect or The Day of No-Bra. Despite that, he dreams of it with disturbing frequency.

Loki

Loki watches Alice with a wicked little smile. Then when she least expects it, he splashes her with water. Alice looks down and sees her mistake, made worse by being wet. Loki can’t stop laughing but when she turns to storm away, he grabs her hand. “Don’t go. Look. We can dry off together.” And he dumps the rest of the water on his own head. It’s impossible to say no to him when he gets that drowned kitten look, so they end up lounging in the sun until Harr comes by (see above).

Oliver

“You dummy. Did you dress with the light off? No? Ah c’mere and stop pouting. Can’t you take a joke?” Alice doesn’t have a chance. He whisks her off to his room, making sure to avoid Blanc. Later, Oliver makes her a hand-crafted magic bra that snaps on and only comes off at his touch so this will never happen again. Nifty for at least one of them.

[yaassu]

[ 💌 ] Random otome screenies that I have in my camera roll pt. 28

Sirius, please 💀 Luka’s not 7 years old 😭

[hazelldhy]

Love Yourself First Campaign Letters from Ikemen Bois ❤️❤️❤️

[spoopy-fish-writes]

Hi, so I don't know which Ikemen game I want this for so feel free to write whomever you want for it. But could you do their reactions to MC being a trained knight, please? Like MC is chivalrous, strong and knows how to fight. Thank you

—Lancelot, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi and Napoleon with an MC who is a trained knight

Suitors: Lancelot, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi and Napoleon

TW: Um... mentions of fighting? I guess?

Notes: Gender neutral MC

Lancelot

The tension between the two of you was so unbelievably high in your first few meetings and even after just starting to get to know each other that you would probably have to use a carving knife just to make a dent

Lancelot's reasons for starting a war seemed to be anything but honourable or even moral

Sparking a war that has been on hold for years for the sole purpose of gaining control over all of Cradle and putting hundreds of innocent lives in danger for that reason?

He, on the other hand, assumes that you're just like the rest of those black army upstarts and will just get in his way

Low and behold, he was right

Well, to an extent

Your morals and dedication, while admirable seeing as this world and the one that he knew we're ones where people like you were scarce and few, definitely put a dent in his efforts

Over time, however, some form of mutual respect is built between the two of you as you start to get closer to each other, both of you learning that there is more to the other than you had initially thought

You realising that there was more to his actions than it initially seemed and him realising that you were more than just reckless and idealistic

After overcoming your initial animosity and gaining an understanding of both of your individual values and seeing just how similar they are in focusing on the protection and safety of the innocent, it becomes all to easy to become comrades and from that point, friends and possibly more

Mitsunari

If you think he held you to a high regard before for saving his lord and how much you help everyone else even if it's only with normal everyday tasks, he now feels unable to even fathom why someone like you would even grace him with your existence

Knowing that you can fight and take care of yourself makes him feel so proud and almost unworthy of being the one that you had chosen to spend your life with but knowing that you only fight to protect other people that can't protect themselves? The praise is non-stop

Of course he respects Nobunaga and the rest of his lords and vassals and believes their goal to be honourable and one worth fighting for for the betterment of Japan and the life of their people but he respects you to an almost unbelievable degree for your morals and your dedication to them

Your will to look out for those that would typically go unnoticed and help those that others may find to be insignificant simply because you feel that it is right rather than for any ulterior motive isn't a quality most people have

It might take you a while to get him to stop referring to you with honorifics that you clearly don't feel deserving of just for sticking by your morals but he can't help it

He is oh so very lucky to be immune to Mitsuhide's teasing and jabs

Napoleon

Expect him to want to spar with you all of the time

Half of the time, the sessions will get more than a little heated

Don't be all that surprised if you find yourself straddling him or him pinning you down beneath him with a self-satisfied smirk on his face with both of your faces flushed as -Napoleon either pulls you down to him or leans down to press a kiss to your lips

Of course, he doesn't mind either outcome but he has to say that he much prefers the latter

Anyone who walks in on the two of you is bound to get the wrong idea

His usual teasing aside, he admires you so much and holds you to such a high regard in his mind but don't expect him to let you get cocky

Your strong morals and caring nature paired with your confidence and ability to both defend and back up your arguments and ideals leave him in awe

Seeing you defend and protect someone innocent, even someone that you have never even met before, fills him with a sense of pride as he's confident in both your skills and you as a person

Standing by your morals and protecting others rather than using your training to hurt people for your own desires is something to admire since he knows just how easy it is for people to be swayed to use their power and influence for unjust and generally immoral reasons

Hideyoshi

As if he needed another reason not to trust you

You're trained in the usage of swords?! What kind of threat do you pose to Nobunaga-!

He'll be watching you like a hawk

Nobunaga's hawk

Haguro? Are they one in the same?

Actually no, Haguro's an eagle...

Anyways!

He keeps an even closer eye on you for the first week and you're kidding yourself if you think he'll let you even look at a weapon much less pick one up to train with

However, there is a limit to his distrustful nature and it isn't all that difficult to reach

You and Hideyoshi have fairly similar morals, both wanting what is best for others and keeps them safe even thoughts applies to Hideyoshi a little too much when it comes to Nobunaga but that's beside the point

Standing up against someone for what you believe is right like Ranumaru getting unjustly punished for his actions or a daimyo stealing from his people is a sure fire way to show him that you have no interest in harming anyone who is not deserving of it

That could be questioned in Nobunaga's case but still beside the point

Once he gets over his motherly instinct to protect his lord, he's apologising and treating you like a close friend which isn't far off the mark as you both manage to connect fairly quickly, using your similar set of morals as a starting point

Sticking to one's morals is something worthy of praise after all which you don't particularly need to friendship is what he offers instead

Maybe more if you can get out of the sibling zone

HOWEVER! He's still Hideyoshi

Pray that you never get injured or you will never hear the end of it

He might be a little more lenient towards you if it was to protect someone since you do know how to take care of yourself just fine but he'll still give you an earful once the ordeal is over

Do not repost, claim or edit. Only reblog 💜

[writer-akihiko]

IkeVamp Boys + How They Kiss You

This is a repost of a request! I hope you guys and the requester @ifthiswingscouldfly enjoy this ask once again.

Napoleon Bonaparte, there was not a day he could go without kissing you. In the mornings, when you'd wake up later than him, the lazy mornings are filled with slow kisses as he trailed those kisses over your neck and ears, loving the way you curled up to him as he wrapped his larger arm around you. His kisses are longing, slow, but always filled with love for you.

Isaac Newton, his kisses are not without hesitation. His usual affections consist of holding your hand, or leaning on your shoulder once he tires of his research. Isaac's kisses… are for those moments when he truly desires you. In those moments he wishes to see no one but you, he holds your waist in one hand with another hand drawing you up to lock you in his kiss.

Arthur Conan Doyle, how he loves to kiss you to tease you. His kisses are quick, his soft lips making your skin flutter as you were held in his lap. You'd always feel the warm goosebumps as the coffee scent of Arthur began imprinting onto you, but how could you resist the gentleman when he'd always kiss your hand when he greets you? Or, in his bed, the melting kisses that simply draw you into him…

Dazai Osamu, his kisses favour towards kisses that surprise you, often kissing you before he leaves or when he arrives. The quick pecks on your nose, the breath of his whisper to the kiss on the tips of your ear, the press of his lips to the corner of your mouth… Those feelings would warm you up throughout the day, but his favourites would be the longing lip lock he gives you only in your shared bedroom.

Theodorus Van Gogh, to him, kisses are a form of reassurance. Morning kisses goodbye meant that you were wishing him well. Kisses to the tips of your fingers are promises to return to you. Kisses to your forehead are his way of telling that everything will be alright. Kisses to your neck are promises that he'll spend the night with you. His most intimate kiss, to your ring finger, is a promise to wed you.

Vincent Van Gogh, he has the urge to kiss you every day. Not so much as a requirement from you, but a need for him. Whether it be a kiss to your forehead, a kiss to your palm or a loving kiss to your lips, it's a need that he ever so indulges in. In those times where you allow to give him one bite, he'll compensate you by a thousand fold in kisses instead. It's locked in his heart, but the kiss he anticipates the most is the one he gets to share with you once you're married.

Leonardo Da Vinci, how he's a fan of lazy kisses. His kisses are slow, meaningful, and usually given with much care and thought. On days he's active, he gives the quick kiss on the cheek as a farewell. However, having you in his arms, your head against his chest as you both drift off into a siesta. Just as you wake up, he bestows a very sleepy kiss as he holds you closer, perhaps for another nap session…

Jean D'Arc, his kisses are only given when he's alone with you. He'll do anything else to keep you close, for others to understand that he was yours whether it be holding your hand or standing next to you. How his heart flutters when he has you in his bed, and you grant him a kiss before sleeping. The most honorable of kisses to him would be when he bends the knee, your hand to his lips as he swears to be your knight forever.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, his kisses are secretive yet filled with such passion that it causes you to get dizzy at times. Even when you two are alone, he keeps his kisses for the most intimate of moments, when he's desperate for your touch, and when he needs to confide in you. His kisses are feverish, as his kiss demands for more of you with his arms wrapped around you.

Sebastian, his kisses are quick throughout the day, as both of you are busy. Often no one notices them, but he'll peck your forehead instead of flicking it when you do a good job. Kisses that he finds pleasure in giving are when you're on his lap, and he has your neck tilted to pepper kisses up along your neck to your jaw, smothering you in affection when you two are alone.

Comte Saint Germain, he shamelessly loves to kiss you. In his office, he doesn't mind whoever walks in when he has you there, loving him so passionately. He often leans to kiss the tips of your ears as a way of teasing, or kissing the edges of your wrists as a way of promising you. The kiss on your lips that leave you breathless however, is a special promise from him to give you even more throughout the night.

William Shakespeare, doesn't typically initiate kisses. They're sacred to him, as if you two would only be united by true love's kiss as the story goes. He's no stranger to physical affection, but he'd never let anyone see him kiss you. It's his personal method of devotion, as he's on his knees to kiss your palm before your bed, finally pressing his own lips against yours.

Vlad, his kisses signify that you're his and he's yours. It's almost as a status symbol, the way he leans to press a kiss to your forehead as his one arm is by your waist. For as much as your relationship was public, he loves to sneak kisses the way he used to when he was courting you, where he'd be on the window sill to sneak a kiss, or in the garden alone, as he uses his large coat to shield you both as he locks lips with you.

Johann Georg Faust, he was a prideful man, a smug one at that. How impressive it was, to see him fall apart at your kisses, to see his arms immediately coddle you as you bestow him a kiss, standing at the ball of your foot to reach him, his large hand cradling your head to deepen the kiss. It's an action he'd only allow with you saying you want it, he's not one for surprise kisses for as much as you were his own precious surprise.

Charles-Henri Sanson, he's utterly shameless with his kiss. Sometimes when Faust demands to talk to him, he'd busy himself buried in the crook of your neck, peppering butterfly kisses up and down before reaching your collarbone, further busying himself with the scent of you. All he wants is to trap you in his arms as he deepens the kiss between you two, his soft hairs tickling your cheek…

[yanderepuck]

Wait. What if it happened int he mansion too. That its too early for anyone to properly process French or any other language for the matter.

Napoleon, Jean and Comte being the only ones who can properly process it 24/7

Will has been in France long enough to be okay with the language, but since he lives alone and talks to himself in English, he'll go out and start speaking English and then remember where he is.

Luckily the brother have each other, and Dazai and Sebastian have each other.

For Leonardo you just need to speak a little slower.

Leonardo: Comte, aspetta. Un po' più lento, per favore(Comte, wait. Little slower, please)

Issac grading papers can be a disaster because he starts writing in English and he's like OH SHIT, but he does it in class. He'll forget the french word and writes it in English and hopes no one notices.

But even Jean and Napoleon speak different dialects, so sometimes its hard for them.

When Vincent wakes up int he middle of the night and see's Napoleon, and Napoleon just starts having a conversation. First off, Vincent is half asleep, he can't understand a single word, but smiles and nobs and just replies back in dutch saying "Thank you. Goodnight" and turns around and goes back to bed.

In the music room you just hear Mozart yelling in German for a different number of reasons. Doesn't matter the time of day. Mozart's brain doesn't flick to French mode until someone starts talking to him in French. Then he goes "Wait. I'm in France. Ew"

Dazai gives me vibes that he never even bothered to learn French. Sebastian knows it, but some days he's not feeling it and takes him like 5 minutes to process what you said, and to think of something to say.

Faust and Mozart meet and they are so happy. Faust: Finally! Another German! Mozart: Austria actually Faust: You speak German. I don't care where you're from

The brits tho have a hard time understanding each other since they speak different dialects. Arthur just bc of his Scottish accent, Will for obvious reasons, and Isaac just speaks science.

When I was in London there were two people in my intern group that both spoke German-Swiss, both from Switzerland, but both spoke different dialects, and so there were times they couldn't understand each other, and that really opened my eyes to how complicated languages are.

Because this means besides the Brothers, and Sebastian and MC, no one is understanding anyone. Sebastian and MC probably know more proper way of speaking French, while Napoleon is more laid back, and Jean is none of those.

Arthur uses words that didn't exist to Isaac so he's like "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING"

Everyone at the mansion probably learns a combination of a laid back-proper French from hearing people speak, and actively learning it.

Napoleon is like "You really don't have to use that word" And Theo is like "??? What do you mean?? Isn't that how it's said"

And Napoleon and Comte do that a lot to the residents.

Mozart and Faust wouldn't even technically be speaking the same German more than likely.

Then there's Dazai trying to speak Spanish to Leonardo.

[aquagirl1978]

Thanks for letting me know! Then may I please request #7 with Napoleon? I'll also include #4 as a second choice just in case. Thank you so much!

Thank you for the request! I really enjoyed writing this prompt, and was inspired by @xxsycamore's cottage core au post in writing it. I hope you both enjoy this.

A/N: This is part of @voltage-vixen ’s event ‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge

Prompt: Dec 7th - “You’re the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight.”

Warnings: Explicit, NSFW, Minors DNI

Requested by: @voltage-vixen

“Sword away, apron on.” You watched Napoleon in amusement as he stared down in confusion at the apron you just dropped on his lap.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s Christmas Eve! Remember the other day, you said you wanted to bake cookies with me today,” you gently reminded him.

Realization dawning on his face as he recalled the conversation, he smiled and nodded. “Yes, of course. My apologies, darling,” he muttered as he sheathed his sword and folded his polishing cloth. He stood up from his chair, apron in hand, his face now quite serious. “Lead the way to the kitchen.” You couldn’t help but laugh, you always found it so adorable whenever Napoleon entered a task as if he were marching into battle.

Taking your hand, Napoleon followed you to the kitchen. There, you had laid out on the table all the ingredients to make the cookies. “Okay, let’s see,” you mumbled as you turned the pages in the recipe book. “I thought we could make sugar cookies, and…” You picked up the silver cookie cutters you purchased special for this occasion, holding them out to Napoleon for approval. “We could decorate gingerbread boys and girls?”

Napoleon gave you a kiss, his lips sweet like honey on yours. “That sounds splendid. Tell me what I can do.”

You immediately put Napoleon to work beating the eggs; you both fell into a natural rhythm of teamwork as if this was something you have worked on many times together. Napoleon was an eager learner, genuinely interested in helping wherever he could.

“What’s that next line say?” Napoleon asked, his head over your shoulder, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Come over here, nunuche” he pulled you closer to him, his arm around your waist. “You have some flour on your nose.” He wiped it away gently with his thumb, his smile bright as the sun.

Before you knew it, time had flown, and the last batch of cookies was ready to come out of the oven. You beamed at Napoleon, pride flooding your heart, watching him transfer the cookies to the racks to cool. With the dishes already cleared and in the sink, you picked up the recipe book and flipped through the pages; your body warming at the thought of all the breads and cakes and treats you could bake together. Hugging the book to your chest, you stole a moment to just watch your lover, admiring his lean body, his muscular arms, his narrow waist. Especially his waist, and especially when he leaned over to work.

You were so lost in your reverie you didn’t realize your lover had finished with the cookies and was now standing before you. “MC?”

You shook your head, returning to reality. You offered him a sweet smile, hoping he won’t ask what was on your mind. He handed you a cookie, one of the ones he had decorated himself, which you happily accepted.

You took a bite and smiled; the cookie was perfect, sweet and buttery, slightly crispy. You closed your eyes as you savored its taste, a pleased sigh leaving your lips.

“That good, huh?” He took a step closer to you, and took your hand, still holding the cookie, and brought it to his mouth. He nibbled it and nodded his head. “Hmm, this is very good. Compliments to the chef,” he added with a wink. We shared the cookie in companionable silence, each feeding the other bites of it.

“Now that that’s all done, I thought we could go open some presents?” you suggested, as Napoleon gazed at you intensely, his green eyes piercing you in your place.

Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, he pulled you close against his body and kissed you deeply. “You’re the only gift I plan on unwrapping tonight.” You yelped as Napoleon lifted you up in his strong arms and placed you on the edge of the kitchen table.

Placing your palms on his broad chest, you pull back slightly, your eyes narrowed as you peer into his eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Napoleon feigned innocence, and chuckled. “We are in our own home. I can do what I please, where I want.” He waggled his brows, his green eyes glittering with mischief. “And if I want to please my lover, in the kitchen, then I will.” Before you could say anything, Napoleon’s mouth was on yours, swallowing your protests. His hands quickly removed your apron, soon wandering to the front of your blouse, loosening your buttons.

His fingers were warm, scorching your already hot skin, knowing exactly where to touch you and how to touch you to set you on fire. His kisses were fierce, frequent and biting as his mouth traveled from your neck along your collarbone. Your hands made fast work removing his apron, allowing you to unbutton his shirt and slide your hands under, touching his chest.

You found yourself shifting your weight on the table, trying to make yourself more comfortable, well aware that you won’t be making it to the bedroom. This time, at least. Tilting your head back, exposing your neck to your lover, you sighed pleasurable moans as his teeth scraped the column of your neck.

Slipping his hand under your skirt, your breath hitched when his fingers teased your thighs open. Napoleon’s mouth whispered sweet nothings in French by your ear as he nibbled on your earlobe. With one hand supporting your weight against the table, you wrapped your other arm around his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark locks, pulling him closer to you.

His fingers curled deep inside you, hitting you exactly where you needed him most. Your core flooded with warmth, leaving you so close to the edge. Bringing your lips to his ear, breathlessly, you whispered to him – you want him, you need him. He pulled back, his face now facing yours, his hand cupping your cheek. He dipped his head, his mouth crushing yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to your warm, inviting mouth. Hands gripping your thighs, he dragged you closer to the edge of the table, closer to his body.

Craving more, so much more, your hands found his belt, quickly freeing his erection. You slid your hands along his shaft, enjoying the delicious noises he made from your simple touch. His eyes, darkened with desire, gazed intensely at you as he gently pushed your chest down, his hand remaining on your breast. Your breathing quickened as anticipation built in your core.

Hiking up your skirt around your waist, Napoleon dug his fingers into your hips. You both cried out as he entered you in one slow thrust. You were left breathless and panting, your hands clawing at his skin, nails drawing blood. His cock pumped hard and fast, deep inside you, giving you everything you wanted and needed.

Drunk with love, your eyes already lidded, your breaths turned into luscious moans. Eager to chase your release, your hips rocked fast and furiously against his thrusts. His hands on your thighs, he guided you to wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate you deeper. Each and every movement set off tantalizing electric thrills throughout your body.

“Please, mon amour…” He gazed down at you through dark lashes, a quiet desperation in his voice. He didn’t need to say anymore, you knew exactly what he was asking for – it was only last week that you first discussed having a family together.

Your heart stopped for a moment; a whirlwind of emotions stirred as pride flushed your face. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, you let him know you weren't letting him go. You needed him; you wanted this. Your mouth captured his in a hungry kiss, stealing his breath. He teased your clit with his thumb, your eyes fluttered, as euphoria washed over your body. You clung to him, trembling, as he stiffened inside, filling you with one final pleasurable thrust.

Napoleon gathered you gently in his arms, his fingers stroking your hair from my face. Nuzzled against his bare chest, the sounds of his heartbeat soothed you. You stayed like that for what felt like eternity, his hands cupping your head close to his heart, as snow began to fall outside heralding a white Christmas.

[evelxtus]

Alright, can we have Childe, Xiao and Diluc’s reaction to being called a pet name by y/n for the first time? Preferable Honey, Love, or Sweetheart- more old fashioned names. I don’t care much for babe and baby. Brownie points if our y/n is on the shy or quiet side and flustered themselves when they realize they called the boys by a pet name. I used to slip up and call my crush a pet name by accident, it was embarrassing. ///// I don’t mind what format you use for this, hc’s or drabbles are fine by me 🌸💖

—Drabbles. Reader call them by a pet name for the first time by accident.

characters: childe, xiao, diluc.

warnings: sfw, gn!reader, just fluff.

note: I hope you like it, thank you so much for requesting and waiting so patiently <333

Childe.

As night falls, you both return to Liyue after a day of training together on the outskirts of the city.

You are both exhausted, panting on the way back to your rest area, but the day had been totally worth it.

"Next time I will not make it so easy for you. I think I lowered my guard too much. Aaah... You'll see..."

You chuckle, knowing he's still feeling a bit upset about his losses.

"Okay. Anytime, we repeat it again. But you've been great today, honey."

Your eyes widen when you realize what you have called him. It was the fault of fatigue. It had to be that. Your cheeks were red, and you looked away so he wouldn't see your face.

"... Honey?" He stops short, which makes you stop too and look at him sideways, so embarrassed that you don't dare to face him directly. He lets out a laugh, thinking you were joking with him. "I should have hit you hard on the head, forgive me." Your head is still down, and you are flushed. The boy as he passes next to you he gives you a soft pat on the head, which makes you react and keep walking with him.

The way back was a bit weird, you were both silent, but you noticed the boy's gaze on you sometimes, now without any gleam of mockery in his blue orbs. More like, curiosity.

When you get to the door of your house, you open it. When you are about to enter, he finally talks.

"See you tomorrow. And don't think too much about it... “honey.” I won't forget it anytime soon."

Fun fact: He will keep calling you like that to make you blush on purpose, but little by little... he may really mean it.

Xiao.

There were just the two of you, lying on the grass in a beautiful moment of silence and rest. Crickets ringing, stars shining brilliantly above you both.

He hadn't moved in a long time, had he fallen asleep? You cocked your head to look at him, but it was so dark.

"Are you still awake, love?"

When you realized you just called him "love", you feel your breath stop for a moment, wishing inside that Xiao was actually asleep.

There were other seconds of silence. But finally, he spoke. It seemed as if he had a hard time answering.

"I'm awake."

He also cocked his head, looking at your flushed face straight ahead.

There may be many silences with him, but none are uncomfortable.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he wanted to get a better look at your expression. This boy was still surprised by what had happened, but he didn't want to talk about it too much. He was also somewhat flushed...

"Are you okay?"

You nod silently. You knew that if you spoke, nothing coherent would come out of your lips, your pulse was at a thousand.

He looked up at the stars.

"It doesn't bother me what you wish to call me." His voice was softer than you've ever heard it before. He placed one hand on his chest. "... I felt something warm in my heart when I listened that from you."

Show this boy how you feel about him, he will value it more than you think. And you will help Xiao feel better about himself.

Diluc.

That day you helped Diluc to serve the customers of the tavern. You didn't have anything better to do either, so you came up with the idea. He accepted without question.

"Hand me those two glasses over there." he asked you, vaguely pointing to the side while he was busy cleaning other glasses.

"Sure!" You quickly obeyed his order, leaving the glasses on the bar next to the boy. "You are doing very well so far. Thank you." He commented while giving you a brief approving look.

You looked back at him with a big smile.

"It's nothing, sweetheart."

Wait, what?

Your smile slowly disappeared, and in turn you had an immense desire of the earth to swallow you.

And the worst thing was not that Diluc listened to you, but that all the customers near the bar also heard what you said.

Diluc widened his eyes in disbelief, stopping what he was doing. His cheeks had turned a rosy pink color, just like yours.

The man cleared his throat, now looking at the people waiting behind the bar. "What... What would you like to drink?"

And you, you simply walked away with the order of other people on the second floor. And dying inside of shame, of course.

You have exchanged few words since then, basically because every time one of you spoke, it was impossible not to remember what happened and therefore your cheeks turned crimson again.

But it's okay. Deep down, he liked hearing you call him that affectionate way. But next time, he wants you to call him "sweetheart" for real, not because it was a mistake. If that's okay with you, sure... And you'll get some lovely words in return as well.

[evelxtus]

—One night, Xiao realizes he's in love with you.

warnings: sfw, gn reader, fluff.

He will hardly sleep if you are next to him. Someone has to stand guard, right? Who better for that job than our boy.

Xiao cannot afford to let your guard down at any time. It's about your safety, one of his priorities.

If you insist that he needs to sleep too, he may eventually give in. But that doesn't mean he'll actually end up asleep.

Nah, he won't. Xiao really wants to ensure your safety. He cares about you more than he would like to admit.

If at any time the adepti feels the need to close his eyes just once, he will remind himself of his motivation to stay alert. You.

He will silently see you sleeping. You look so calm in that state, he couldn't in any way disturb your rest.

When he looks at you, he does it for a long time, trapped in his thoughts about you and how much he wants your happiness and comfort.

When this boy least expects it, he's with a small smile, looking at every feature of your pretty relaxed face, as if he wanted to immortalize you in his mind.

A slight blush appears on his face.

One of his gloved hands caressing your hair, slowly going down to your cheek. His delicacy is extreme, as if with any touch you could break.

You look so pure in his eyes. Like a mystical beautiful creature he has never seen. But you're just a human.

He has seen many demons in his life, but now he wonders...

"Do I really... deserve an angel like you?"

With new energies renewed, butterflies in his stomach, his eyes will light up again with decision as he looks at the heavenly moon, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He grips his spear tightly.

His duty now is to take care of you. And love you like no one has ever done.

Let him be your anchor, and you his. A reciprocal love relationship that never ends.

You can save him, and he can save you.

[evelxtus]

Hi! I love your writing so much. And wanted to send in a request if that’s okay?

Can you write an angst to fluff piece of the Genshin character(s) of your choice saying things they don’t mean or using the reader’s insecurities in the heat of an argument?

Thank you!!

Scenarios. Regrets after the argument.

characters: kaeya, xiao

warnings: use of gn!reader, the boys being mean:(, but then fluff!, mention of wounds and pain.

note: initially i was about to add more characters, but my brain just said "no". So maybe I'll do a second part of this soon! I hope you like it anyway<3 and thank you for requesting!

Kaeya.

"What the hell are you saying? Shouldn't you be happy for the opportunity they've given to me?" An unpleasant heat rises up your chest to your cheeks. You are really annoyed with the cavalry captain's words.

"Should I be? I still think you shouldn't have accepted that mission. I'm kind of tired of repeating it, so if you could put all this aside, you would be doing me a huge favor." Kaeya locks daggers at you. You just shake your head, speechless. "What? I'm so done with all that attitude, I swear I- "

"Is that so? Then why are you still here? " the man finally stands up, walking towards you, in his eye a cold fire. "You know? Actually I shouldn't worry too much. As if they were going to take you on the mission for real, with how weak you have proven to be on multiple occasions."

That was the last straw for you. He knew how you hate when people refers to you as a weak person, and Kaeya did it anyway.

The man sighs realizing his mistake, his expression looking softer now due to his error. “... That's not what I meant. Don't misunderstand me." Your gaze drops to the ground as he tries to calm himself down. Those words hurt more if they come out of his mouth.

"It's just I'm worried something might happen to you. I don't doubt you. I doubt if the others will act appropriately out there."

The boy placed his hand on your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. “Forgive my words, they weren't adequate at all. This is one of the times when you can trust me completely. I am speaking from the heart."

When you give him a little smile, he smiles approvingly back at you and caresses your cheek a quick couple of times.

“I will wait for your return. I hope you can reserve a place for me next time you go on a mission like this."

If you don't fully forgive him, he will understand. But knowing him and how is charm affects you, it won't take long for this man to get your trust and appreciation back again.

Any method he will use to "get you back"?

More often invitations to the tavern at night.

A ton of praising in public. Love how you blush in front of all those people thanks to him.

And of course, many, many compliments about the strength you really possess, and if someone thinks otherwise... They will have to deal with the calvary captain himself.

Xiao.

"Let me take a look at that wound, Xiao." You say while with one hand you try to reach the boy's injured arm. He shakes his head as pulls away a bit. "There is no need."

Obviously, you are going to continue insisting. The wound may not seem very serious, but it is still bleeding, and if it becomes infected, that can lead to a bigger problem. "Medicines are not hard to get." you continued without giving up. "Stop. I do not need your help."

The adeptus tries to move his arm, and a fleeting expression of pain crosses his face. "Here, come. Put your arm this way and let me-"

"“Let you?” I am an adeptus, not a little child. I can take good care of myself without your mortals meds." he growls glaring at you. You open your mouth to blurt out a word in response, but nothing comes out. "y/n."

"No, well. You are right. What could I do, a useless human in front of an adeptus? I know my place, I guess." You really didn't want to give him the wrong idea of ​​your helping intentions. You just want to help him, not make him feel like a little child. "I'm concerned about you. That's all."

He frowns his eyebrows a little, disgusted. Disgusted precisely with how he spoke to you just now. "... I'm not used to receiving help."

You look at him one more time. The recent bitter feeling seems to be dissipating from inside you little by little, as it does from the tone of the boy's voice.

"Some medicinal herbs may work as well." Was he discreetly trying to ask you for help seeking this plants by way of apology for his sudden words? It was impossible to refuse him, he looks at you as if he was a scolded puppy, and it is difficult for him to keep your gaze. You give him a compassionate smile.

"Sure, but let me take a look at your arm first, okay?" "...Alright."

He's obviously sorry for the way he spoke to you. But don't let him blame himself too much, we all know how much he has suffered already. And he may not show it, but he appreciates your gesture of charity.

Little by little, he will get more used to how attentive you are to his needs.

No more complaints, someday he will love feeling cared by you!

He will feel the need to give you back everything you do to him, so do not be surprised if one day the tables turn and now he is the one who takes care of you.

Thanks @smoochi-modest for your help on the Xiao part, as usual hshshs.